Things you do on a warm, sunny day (or 'We have invented a new game.')

Hurrah! Summer is here (for this weekend only) and boy! did we make the most of it. (I feel a blog header coming on with that shadow section from the middle.)





But that was just today. Earlier this week I created a past time that will forever kill boredomness in the hands of any vaguely intelligent human being (I know b/c I road tested it on my terences) - ladies and gentlemen I give you

Donkey
(albeit in a 'slightly more crumpled than when first drawn' state.)

To encourage the childer in polishing off their Shreddies we drew
'Tea Party Donkey' .

Then, as happens, one thing lead to another and we had

'Picnic donkey'.


Breakfast was nearly done by this point so to get the last mouthfuls of Cheerios down their necks Team Trash came up with


'Scuba-diving Donkey'.


It was around about this point I realised that perhaps I was not fully in control of Donkey because the next thing I knew - Pissed Off Donkey was looking up off the page at me!



Fortunately for our ever-so delicate mental health we were saved more evil donkey glares by the fact that unless the Donkey drawing pen was put down we would
1) be late for school
and
2)fall victim to our own impending sense of hilarity.

So off we went with the entire trip taken up with Donkey possibilities - swimming donkey, dancing donkey and karate donkey to name a few. What the childer didn't know was inside each lunchbox was a sketch of Donkey doing stuff - Pr.C-W had Donkey dancing at the barre while Babyman had Kung-Fu Donkey. This in turn lead to us singing the Trash Towers version of 'Kung-fu fighting' all the way to school.

As I waited for my borrowed terences to finish their lunchtime babyswill we came up with

Tennis Donkey and (no picture currently) Juggling Donkey!

Quite sadly the black gel pen I had purloined from Princess C-Dub was on its very last legs so as the day wore on I found myself drawn to an uber-pen. Thick, deep black ink - check but even that doesn't make it my favourite. However setting a good example to my non-housemate children I smiled sweetly and donkeys began to pour forth from this bastard love child of a felt-tip and a gel pen.



Press-up Donkey!



Odd, weirdy, sad clown donkey.

And teeny weeny, tap-dancing donkey.


Teatime that evening saw us once again embroiled in the 'Walter Mitty stylee' life of Donkey.


A play around giving Donkey wings



lead to


which caused no end of hilarity and mirth to my obviously majorly disturbed children.

By this time the suggestions were coming thick and fast and my poor aching hand was having trouble keeping up with the flow of ideas.

World War II flying Ace Donkey

teeny weeny footballing donkey (please excuse my hands - I am an embarrassment to my mother!)

CK's contribution was Sweeney Todd Donkey (perhaps my kids get it from him - Do you think they need professional help?)

But my own personal favourite is an elegant and graceful creature who sheds light and joy with every swish of grass skirts - I give you



Hula Donkey!